(Author’s note: I was off for a month. I’ll be honest, work got hectic and things just got really buggery. I am happy to be back, though, as today the weariness has been removed (with a change of case.) Here’s today’s fictioneers!)
Gloria
by Miles H. Rost
A vinyl record careened by Luigi Binalli’s nose.
Hearing a commotion, Binalli had entered the radio studio to see the great Giuseppi “Gus” Lombardo frisbee The Eagles Greatest Hits album against the wall.
“Stupid Americans!” Gus spat, while shattering a copy of Chic’s “Good Times”.
“Gus! Why are you destroying our records?!”
“They stole our songs! They took Tozzi’s song and ruined it!”
“They’re making Italy’s music world known!”
“They’re destroying it! Can they not leave our music alone?!”
“Not if Tozzi’s getting royalties.”
Gus’s eyes grew wide, as he threw a Donna Summer record at him.
“You’re fired, Gus.”
Music and Fiction 
When someone else steals your work, even if you get some royalties-it does not replace the true recognition of success.
The funny thing about this is that Gus would be incorrect. Umberto Tozzi actually recorded a second version of that song for the English market, and was happy when Laura Branigan took it. It was more a commentary on the idea of someone who knew nothing about the situation of music, and trying to put their own idea on it, which is common for musicians of today. 😀
Music taste are a matter of personal preference for sure, but Gus made a big mistake here. Luigi’s the boss after all.
Yeah, you don’t frisbee a Donna Summer record at someone’s head and expect to survive the shift. Even if the record happened to be her self titled album.